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Well, the Saturday with my parents just ended.

And, for the most part, it went very well...

Brus and I picked them up at their hotel at about noon and we parked and we walked and gave them a tour of our yard and then we walked up a street where a bunch of shops were and went into the Festival of the Arts.

I told my parents that they were free to stop and take a look around in any of the shops and any of the booths.

They hardly took this oppurtunity.

My mother just kept on walking and my dad kept talking with Brus, mostly about business and the joys of architecture and how he thought Frederick was so beautiful and "quiant". He proceeded to continue talking about these things for the entire day. My mother seemed very disinterested in everything. The only thing she really took a great interest in was the jewelry at the festival. She even bought herself a pair of silver earrings. She hardly spoke at all. She either nagged on my dad or sometimes asked questions from Brus about some of the history of Frederick.

My dad dropped a bombshell on me when he suddenly wrapped his arm around my shoulders and told me what went along the lines of, "You know, I wanted you to be there when it happened and I am sorry to tell you this now, but we had to put Maggie down."

Maggie was a dog that I had from aged 10 to when I had to move out of the house. Apparently, there was something wrong with her stomach and she was so old and they had to put her to sleep. I sorta just stared off into space and overlooked it for that time being.

We decided, after we walked around the way we did for a couple of hours, that my mom and dad wanted to head back to their hotel room and rest for about 4 hours. My mother was really tired and wanted to take a nap, which I never minded. I was very glad actually because it gave me the oppurtunity to cry about the news of Maggie.


After spending about 4 hours resting at home, my dad called and we planned and went to a Japanese Hibatchi Resturant nearby. My parents were nice enough to pay for the whole thing, which was even their idea. They were mostly very nice the entire day.

The dinner was alright, but it got annoying when my Dad decided to talk to this other guy that was sitting at the same table that we were, mostly talking about sports and other utter crap. In one point of the conversation, my dad turned to Brus and I and asked about how it was when Brus and I drove down to Florida and to Georgia those few times. He soon asked if I did any driving, and Brus said that I did and immediately my dad said, "Good girl!"

My dad has said that phrase to me all my life and today I was not up for being praised like a dog or a small child, but I managed to brush it off and ignore it.

My mother also didn't seem very pleased with the food, or at least not as much.

Soon, my dad brought up the fact that my old bedroom had been renovated, which I knew was coming. They told me they painted it yellow and put up Mustard curtains and put a lot of my great grandmother's furniture in there. Although, I never gave any s**t about the state of my old bedroom, I was very pleased to hear that they decorated it after my great grandmother whom I was originally named after. I told him that I approved and that perhaps he ought to also put Didda's (great grandmother) old rocking chair in there as well, which I had always admired since I was a very little girl. My mother and my dad sorta took a moment and argued about that concept, as if I wasn't really there at all but just a little 2 year old again that only needed to have decisions made up already for me. Then again, my old bedroom is their property now, so I honestly give very little s**t.

After we left the resturant and after we went to visit where Brus' in laws lived, my dad was driving Brus and I home (my parents offered to pick us up and take us out this time, you see) and Brus and my dad were talking again. Brus mentioned something about the Kudzu growing up from the south and coming here and immediately, my dad said,

"I tell ya... You know what else is making their way up here to the north? Coyotes."

Brus agreed and they started talking about Mountain Lions and Coyotes and how they reappearing was an example of how we are invading their environment. My dad soon turned to me and said,

"That's what got Kudzu, Liz. It was the Coyotes."

For those who don't know, when I was a toddler, I had a kitten named Kudzu. She lived and was my special darling cat most of my life till I was about 13 years old. When we moved to our new house in Georgia that year, my parents made me keep Kudzu outside (who was mostly an indoor cat) and they refused to let me let her in the house (we had to live in a lake house for a week before we officially moved into our new house). One night, I heard her crying and meowing and she was hiding under this rowboat that was turned over on the shore. She looked scared and upset and I couldn't do anything but tell her that I was there and that I loved her. I couldn't let her in at all... The next morning, she was gone. My parents never even bothered to try to help me find her. They put up a couple of "lost cat" signs, but that was about it. My dad soon started joking afterwards that something probably ate Kudzu, as if saying something like that wouldn't really tear my heart up or make me angry or made me want to cry.

I knew right then in the car tonight that he was doing that stunt again and I almost let him have it. Brus immediately squeezed my shoulder, indicating that I needed to try to stay silent and not be upset and to just ride this through until we got home. I was shaking. I was furious at my dad... My mother had even tried to say something to my dad, she said something like, "Why did you have to bring that up?" or something of that sort, but they both dropped the subject before long. Brus continued to talk to my dad about other things, just trying to make the drive go by faster as she continued to squeeze my shoulder, letting me know, "Just wait till we get home. Stay calm for now, I know you are hurting but everything is going to be ok."

We got to our house and I thanked my parents for the dinner and I immediately got out of the car. We plan to have lunch tomorrow before my parents leave to fly back (unfortunately, the sea food dinner isn't going to happen, but that is ok, because my in laws and Brus and I are going to go ourselves anyway).

I'm still angry. I feel that I need some sort of an outlet right now to release all these negative feelings that I have mainly towards my dad.

I can't wait till they fly out of Maryland tomorrow...